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No Paradise

by Lightning Bug

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1.
On Paradise 03:53
Sweet baby Like you, I emerged From a certain uncertain chaos They say those who are quickest, survive And those who are strongest, thrive But I never want to get all the things that I want How awful would that be for me? I’m happier here, slow And indulgent in the sun I’m happier here, weak Let the night come when it comes Sweet baby Never thought I’d be the one To accept my own defeat I know if I’d been quicker, I’d have survived And if I’d been stronger, I’d have thrived But I never want to get all the things that I want How awful would that be for me? I’m happier here, slow And indulgent in the sun I’m happier here, weak Let the night come when it comes I’m happier here, slow And indulgent in the sun Let the night come when it comes
2.
The sun gleams like brass on the wet leaves of morning Dreams shatter like glass as the birds begin crowing The freshness of dawn, oh the nearness of life The quickness of love, how it cuts like a knife… …right to the flesh of it, till the soul beneath it shows Pleasure comes, pleasure goes To the very quick it flows… Dark forest of sleep and bright ocean of dreams It travels the deep and awakens in me The starkness of dawn, oh the harshness of light The darkness of lust, how it robs you of sight… Right to the flesh of it, till the soul beneath it shows Pleasure comes, pleasure goes To the very quick it flows
3.
Don’t count your blossoms before the spring Though the heavy-hanging buds may ring So full of life, that you hear them sing Through the tender green wrapping! Its silken fur glimmers in the moon Its vermilion heart quivers in its womb How beautiful it will be in full bloom Soon, you think, soon! Though stars may crowd the darkness of the sky They never touch the loneliness of night The forests long for openness and light Extending towards blue, so pure and bright Made new by the thrill of birds in flight… I’ll look no farther than the things I see I’ll savor the significance of leaves I’ll float my body languid in the breeze And let the moments run through me To blossom only as they please… I’ll let the moments run through me To blossom only as they please
4.
I welcome the withering The long, lonely dithering Through hither and thither In, darkness comes slithering The patter and pittering My heartbeat askittering So ruthless, so shivering The heartless embittering The wreckage and littering Of lies so disfiguring The chatter and chittering While truth stands there, quivering Here is such withering Through long, lonely wintering On snowbanks, a flittering Of sunlight so glittering Still, darkness comes slithering Through hither and thither In long, lonely dithering I welcome the withering
5.
Opus 03:14
The winter rains fell for seven weeks straight And no one was sure it would ever abate We took shelter indoors and awaited the sun But weeks turned to years and the sun didn't come It didn’t come… How soft Softly we turn Turn into dust The faster that we burn… Now low lies the moon, its light fading fast O’er faraway hills of cinnamon grass As we dim into dusk, dissolve into past We say, “Nothing good in this life is meant to last…” Could it ever last? How soft Softly we burn Burn into dust The faster that we turn…
6.
Under any hand but yours my heart won’t beat Only you can rouse me from my sleep So I dream of fertile earth and tender breeze And I’ll keep dreaming till I am summoned back to life by your heat I wish the gods would turn me into a tree But keep my mind distinct, alive, and free My trunk will thicken with ring after ring My fingertips will blossom in the spring I’ll grow branches supple and strong for you to climb I will raise you ever closer to the sky Beneath my shade you’ll pass the time And in the fall you’ll watch me lose my mind My leaves will paint the ground below with red As one by one they tumble from my head Till just my lonely skeleton is left And in my bareness you will think me dead Under any hand but yours my heart won’t beat Only you can rouse me from my sleep So I dream of fertile earth and tender breeze And I’ll keep dreaming till I’m summoned back to life by your heat.
7.
Serenade 02:47
His mind is wider than the sea Ineffable, boundless, and free The texture of the blue is pure and sweet And salted with its sensuality The yearnful moonlight sighs and weeps As heaving waves glitter and gleam I gaze into the peaceful deep I follow where its whispers beckon me Dive!!!! Delight!!!! Into the fecund brine I drink. I swallow. I taste the high divine. It jumps! It shines! Like lightning through my spine And brings me ever closer to what’s mine… His mind is wider than the sea Ineffable, boundless, and free The texture of the blue is pure and sweet And salted with its sensuality
8.
when i’m close to you in sleep i feel a pure and endless peace to float on that feeling till strong turns to weak hold on to the kiss of your cheek on my cheek when i hear your name in the hollows of my mind it runs as a melody through the chambers of my spine to float on that feeling till strong turns to weak a truth so far greater than language can speak so sweet, clear, and deep to float on that feeling till strong turns to weak hold on to the kiss of your cheek on my cheek so sweet, clear, and deep a kind of defeat…
9.
I Feel... 02:24
I FEEL
10.
Morrow Song 04:59
It’s little I care where my feet go it’s little I worry, it’s little I know My blood runs quick and my love burns slow It’s little I worry and little I know It’s little I care if my heart breaks At least it means that I’m awake The hand extends—to give or take? My fingers tremble, my body quakes Cause tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow Lie between me and song The rodents gnaw and the neighbors borrow When will I find rest where I belong? It’s little I feel at the edge of the sea the high winds whistle, the ocean beats I stay. I listen. and at last, I scream “All that i wanted was just to feel free” It’s little I know how my love grows But i’d choose again this way I chose My feelings cross and my thoughts oppose But my mind trusts what my heart knows And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow Lie between me and song The rodents gnaw and the neighbors borrow When will I find rest where I belong? Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow Stand between right and wrong Summer slough and winter sorrow When will I find rest where I belong? Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow Everybody thinks that I’m strong But my longing is gnawing my body hollow When will I find rest where I belong?
11.
Everything I dream or I lose Everything that I fall short of being All of my last goodbyes Are to those who knew me– Imperfect, yet still loved me When my death comes and whispers to me my end Let me say I’ve lived with love But love can’t be given It waits to be taken in Let my death ask of me Will my music remain? My songs all may die with me But when I sing, I find my own eternity I light my lamp again and again and over again And never stop to wonder if It will help to take away the darkness Before I reach my end, May I reach my self And release from the shallow shore To join with the flowing Multitude of mystery
12.
No Paradise 02:45
To keep that feeling of sky Pressed between words It can’t be done So why do I try? Why do I try? Twig by twig, the dove builds its nest To carry its future, storm after storm So I make a home for you in me Brick by brick Storm after storm Storm after storm With the instinct of an insect That senses peril yet flies towards warmth One tender touch can last a whole lifetime To keep that feeling of love Pressed into song It can’t be done So why do I try? In the hope that you will hear it So far away So dimly alive But alive

credits

released May 2, 2024

Written, performed, produced, engineered by Lightning Bug
at Science is Magic Studios in Arlington, VT

Lightning Bug is Logan Miley, Kevin Copeland, Dane Hagen, and Audrey Kang

Mixed by Logan Miley
Mastered by Heba Kadry

Harmony with Allegra Krieger on The Withering
Soundplay with Woody Ray on Morrow Song

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The poet Louise Glück once wrote “whatever/ returns from oblivion/returns to find a voice.” "No Paradise", Lightning Bug’s fourth album, is the band’s return from oblivion. After harrowing encounters with violence and the subsequent emotional wreckage, frontwoman Audrey Kang understood the world and she were permanently altered since the group’s last album "A Color of the Sky". If that album was celestial, this is terrestrial, rooted in the dirt, the muck, the marrow of ephemeral life. It explores the vast landscape of darkness that threatens to envelop us all, but revels in the fault lines through which light shines, shimmers, guides us to something like salvation. Band members and friends Kevin Copeland (guitars and bass), Logan Miley (cello and synth), and Dane Hagen (drums and percussion) provide expressive yet precise emotionality to the in-between feelings that language fails to identify, and which the heart may feel ashamed to claim as its own.

Like the taboos of yore, Audrey employs mythology to guide her voice through the murky trenches of lust, despair, self-abandon, and love. On "December Song", which has the aural sensation of a waking dream, she recontextualizes the tale of Persephone’s banishment to the underworld to characterize the depths of depression. On "Opus", a track that has the compact ferocity of an oncoming storm, Audrey writes of a myth that is all her own but rings ancestral: “the winter rains fell for seven weeks straight/ and no one was sure it would ever abate/ we took shelter indoors and awaited the sun/ but weeks turned to years and the sun didn't come.” "The Withering" (with accompanying vocals by Allegra Krieger), like a folk tale, contains the intoxicating blend of childish rhyme and the sly wisdom of evil’s imminence. There is the constant feeling that Audrey is shepherding you through the legends of a world long forgotten but still intimately felt; it conjures the moment of profound recognition when one stumbles upon a children’s drawing from thousands of years ago and understands that time, history, what we’ve felt and will always feel, belong to one all-encompassing portal. This is most prescient on "Morrow Song" (featuring additional production by Woody Ray), which has the DNA of an ancient sailor’s chant and the contemporary vibrancy of the great folk songs.

The natural world is both sonically and narratively illuminated throughout the record, but at the center of the blossoming, the withering, the quaking, the darkening, the boundlessness of the world around us, what remains most urgent and thrilling is Audrey’s poetry of prose and voice. Guided by her, we are given permission to enter a space that offers no false hope or appeasing epiphanies about how to survive; instead we are asked to survive alongside her as she, on "The Quickening", communes the self and body in pleasure, relinquishes the cerebral to return to a place of instinctual rapture on “I Feel” (interwoven with samples from interviews of uncompromising women ranging from Nina Simone to Virgina Woolf to Doja Cat), and struggles with the opposing intuitions of life’s inherent futility and the artist’s call to intimacy, hope, and aliveness. The musicians of Lightning Bug have always understood how to capture euphoric highs and existential lows, but it’s on "No Paradise" that the fickleness of fate and the mettle of the human spirit are rendered exquisitely through Logan’s sweeping strings, Kevin’s anthemic guitars, and Dane’s ecstatic rhythms that emulate everything from the sporadic tempos of a racing mind to the calming cadence of a body at rest. This is an album that is concerned with the idea of hope as not a respite but a call to action; a cry from the inside of one’s inside to protect beauty in an increasingly ugly world, as Audrey struggles to reconcile on "No Paradise": “to keep that feeling of sky/pressed between words/it can’t be done/so why do i try?”

This is also Lightning Bug’s first album since leaving Fat Possum to go entirely independent. And, as usual, the band has taken it upon themselves to make their creative process a self-sufficient musical microcosm in which they are capable of anything, from playing every instrument we hear, including string arrangements, to producing, engineering, and recording. Kevin built the very studio the album was recorded in; no one but Logan is trusted to mix the songs; the band relies on Dane’s inventive rhythms to form the music’s emotional spine. The three musical powerhouses around Audrey act as a spiritual and literal home for her voice, a safe haven in which uncompromised collaboration reigns, where no artist must bend their nature to sacrifice. Within that I see another process of enduring hope, a belief in their music to transcend and reach audiences despite having to do it all on their own. With "No Paradise", Lightning Bug brings us back down to earth, where now the clouds are nothing more than an apathetic congregation. But fear not. Below us is a beating heart demanding to be heard.

—Kit Zauhar

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